over cremation. Souls may twiston a spit, or writhe in a lake of fire,

but the pair’s remains will lie still,tossed without care to decompose

in a narrow plot, his coccyx nextto her pubic bone, dead-spooning.

Sharon Larkin’s poems have appeared in anthologies (Cinnamon Press, Eyewear Publishing, Indigo Dreams Publications), in magazines (Prole, Obsessed with Pipework, Here Comes Everyone) and online (Ink, Sweat and Tears, Clear Poetry, The Stare’s Nest). She regularly performs in Gloucestershire, is Chair of Cheltenham’s Arts Council and Poetry Society and has an MA in Creative and Critical Writing.Website: here.